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    December 19

    The Blind People and The Elephant

     

     

    This is an old Hindu fable about a group of blind people who come across various different parts of an elephant. Each one grabs a piece and starts to describe their impression of how the entire animal would be.

    The first blind person grabs a leg of the animal and proclaims with satisfaction: "It is tall straight and big; the creature must be like a tree."

    "No, no you fool! It is like a hard, thin rope!" indicated the one having examined the tail.

    "Both of you could not be further from the truth. For you see;" says the third, who holds the elephant’s ear. "It is more like a huge, flat, leathery leaf."

    Scoffing, the fourth declares, "How can you all be both blind and stupid? An elephant is most obviously like a very thick and flexible, strong snake!" — this, of course, from the one holding the trunk.

    Of course none of the four had any realistic idea of what the elephant truly was as a whole. Each person had their own partly true judgment of the giant animal. Yet none alone was sufficient as to fully understand the mystery of its being.

    The elephant is a metaphor for Life and its entire vastly mysterious entirety. In addition, the four blind people symbolize the numerous views of perception; religion, philosophy, science, art, etc. Each vein of perception carries a tiny piece of relevance. And similar to the blind people, we are all tempted to mistake that relevance as the whole truth.

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    Picture of Anonymous
    Majeed wrote:
     
    Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Southern Methodist University:

    In-class Assignment for Wednesday:

    Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple.  Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his other immediate right.  One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story.  The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story.  The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth.  Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached. The following was actually turned in by two of my  English students, Rebecca [last name deleted] and Gary [last name deleted.] "

    At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile.  But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl.  His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again.  So chamomile was out of the question.

    Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago.  "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator.  "Polar orbit established.  No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay.  The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

    He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him.  Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning.  The news simultaneously excited  her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth  -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her.  "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

    Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.  Thousands of miles above the city, the Au'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles.  The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless  target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet.  With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans.  The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this!  I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow'em out of the sky!"

    This is absurd.  I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.

    Yeah?  Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.

    Asshole.

    Bitch.

    Aug. 1

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